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Post by ARRABELLA on May 10, 2012 1:22:42 GMT -5
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Pistons effortlessly glided over the rocky paths, with a piston hitting a puddle every now and then, causing a soft spray of water to her her thin tendons. A sheer rush of excitement flushed through her veins resulting in her to let loos and kick out playfully as she jumped to another rocky column. Arrabella was a good three hundred yards from shore, not paying attention on how far she was going out--all she knew as that butterfly was leading her. Cerulean optics glistened as she softly let a giggle escape her petite labrums. Extensively long ivory tassels held in the direction of the breeze, her whipcord far behind her thin frame, whisking though the atmosphere as she prance around without a care in the world.
As the butterfly fluttered about, pushing through, it darted to the right and moved farther and farther towards the sea. Quick on it's tail, Arrabella effortlessly glided to the right and giggled once more, letting her cranium lull back in sheer delight as she moved elegantly through the slippery rocks. Finally the rocks ended and the butterfly glided straight out towards the ocean. Abruptly the beautiful vixen came to a halt as her long tendrils caught up with her causing her long banner to fly wildly and land on both sides of her petite nape and her long whipcord to whither to the rocks in a large bundled heap. Cranium held high, her forelock fell in place tickling her nostrils as they flared, slightly out of breathe. Her barrel heaved with excitement as she let her labrums part and a loud nicker left her vox and danced into the atmosphere. It was her farewell to the butterfly as she watched it disappear into the horizon. Sighing heavily she dropped her cranium and then glanced around, searching the atmosphere.
Cerulean optics scanned vigorously searching for any sign of any creature that moved about. Nothing caught her gaze but pricks flickered in any direction. The sense of being alone settled in quickly, but it didn't both her....
Arrabella walks.
Arrabella thinks.
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[/i] "Arrabella talks."[/b] T A G » drogo ! M U S E » epic ! V O C A L S » colbie caillat !W O R D S » 525 ! S T A T U S » finished ! O O C C H A T » its recycled hope thats ok to start dear ! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table]  |
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Post by DROGO on May 10, 2012 16:48:54 GMT -5
Drogo was completely lost in his own little world. The bright ivory painted stallion would not have believed before that he could get so lonely. Vaes Dothrak was now his home. Drogo thought it a fitting place, because it was as rough and rugged as he was, and as beautiful as the mate he intended to have. Drogo had had mates in the past. But nothing ever seemed to work out. No matter what Drogo did, he was either too sweet or too demanding. Drogo did not understand this. His mother had raised him to be kind to his mares, never raise his voice unless it was extremely necessary and never beat up a mare. But it seemed that every mare wanted to be treated differently. And most of the time they did not like being treated like a lady. Drogo was just not that way. The Andalusian stallion was calm, collected, and hardly ever lost his temper. Drogo thought himself sweet, and intuitive, but that wasn't always what a mare wanted.
Drogo was bored within his lands. He believed that he had everything, and yet he had nothing. Living the bachelor's life was just not what Drogo was made for. Drogo was made to take care of things. To look after a herd of his own and to have a mare by his side. And yet he did not. What was the point in having this land if he had no one to rule it by his side. Well Drogo was hell bent on changing that. It had been months since he had claimed Vaes Dothrak, and now he was venturing beyond his realm to see if there was any mare out there willing to stay within his lands. Drogo was lonely. Even if he did not find a mate Drogo wished he could find a friend. Just someone to talk to. Drogo had not thought about how lonely he had been the past few months. On his travels Drogo had seen everyone under the sun, been introduced to many a maiden and many a stag. But this was different. He wanted to share a home with someone. Though he knew that would be hard to find.
Drogo was completely lost in his thoughts, he had no idea where he was now. But the angelic voice of another caught the aged stallions attention. He was no longer a young stallion, mares did not like him anymore. But that didnt mean that Drogo was going to give up. He would never give up on anyone. Large intelligent, head looked towards the sound of the vocals, dark brown obs searching for the source of the sound. It only took Drogo rounding a pile of rocks for him to find her. Well, nearly running into her was more the word. Drogo picked up his head and turned his body hard to keep from hitting her. Oh please forgive me I did not realize you were that close.
ooc: this post sucks.
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Post by ARRABELLA on May 11, 2012 12:57:24 GMT -5
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It seemed her loneliness quickly ended along with the silence shattering. It happened quicker than she had time to react to. The sound of daggers against stone came first, causing her cranium to whip around behind her only to see a massive equine body flying towards her. Flinching, and tightening her muscles she got ready for impact. With her cerulean orbs shut tightly she awaited the collision but it seemed nothing happened. Slowly her cerulean orbs peeled open to come eye to eye of a large stag. Suddenly her heart began to flutter wildly with the slightest excitement that there was some one here, in front of her! It had been forever since she had held an actual intellectual conversation, and today that would change!
Cerulean orbs flutter tenderly as she dipped her petite cranium slightly down in a submissive manner. She wanted to show she would be easy to deal with—he wanted just to talk of course… hopefully. Slowly she turned towards him where she now faced him only to here his concerned vocals dance to her through the salty breeze, “Oh please forgive me I did not realize you were that close.” His vocals seemed sincere and wholesome, it was so nice to hear some one else’s voice let alone one owned by such a handsome devil. Letting a warm smile spread across her angel façade she softly spoke with her own angelic vocals that sang in harmony, “It’s quite alright. It’s a good ice breaker though.”
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[/b] A light giggle escaped her labrums as the beach breeze played throughout her ivory banner, sending tendrils waving through the breeze sending it on both sides of her petite nape. The breeze softly slid her thick forelock off to the side showing both her vibrant doe like orbs. They tenderly gazed upon him keeping a firm yet friendly eye contact… The soft rays beamed down on them, sending a glistening shine off her glorious pelt. Her long flag fell to the realm’s hard floor coiling in messy pile. Flicking it causally at the small insects that danced around them she softly responded as she dipped her maw to her chest in a polite bow and softly responded once her cranium came back up and her orbs made contact with his own, “My name is Arrabella, its very nice to meet you Sir. May I have the pleasure in knowing your name?”[/b] It was the typical introduction but it had to be done. Her gaze tenderly looked over him as she stood there calmly, patiently awaiting his response. The breeze picked up grabbing a few tendrils of her flag letting them fly about—patiently waiting for the introductions to end and the fun begin. Arrabella walks. Arrabella thinks.[/i] "Arrabella talks."[/b] T A G » drogo ! M U S E » 7/10 ! V O C A L S » colbie caillat !W O R D S » 456 ! S T A T U S » finished ! O O C C H A T » ! [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] [/size][/font][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][/td][/tr][/table] |
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